Suffer Well

We arrange our days like careful furniture,paths cleared, corners cushioned, so our shins do not find the coffee table at…

why run 200 miles

Why 200 Miles?

I’m not built for distance, yet the long miles call. Days off grid with pack and sky. Like life, doubt, a low point, one more step, small joys. Finish brings quiet peace, the knowledge I endured.

Swipe, Pray, Repeat

I used to walk into roomsand meet wonder without trying,first dates were laughter and easy light,keeping love was the lesson…

What Stares Back

When my eyes meet the silvered pane,sometimes the face is foreign,other times a familiar ally offers a wry nod. I…

The Weight I Carry for You

The world shatters again, another name taken by their own hand carved into the quiet,the air goes thin, the sound…

Tics and Truth

Tics speak truths my voice won’t utter, a stuttered drum beneath my calm facade They ripple through my quiet moments,…

poem for my mom

Cardinal in the Winter Light

Red at the window, a cardinal’s flare,her signature on frost-bright morning.She said messages sometimes fly in,and I’ve believed it ever…

Almost Everything

Almost Everything The weight remains,tight in the chest,loud in the quietbetween what I hoped forand what has not yet come.…

Fabric of Forever

When someone close to us dies,the world stutters.The light shifts.And though clocks keep ticking,nothing sounds the same. Even if we…